They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

For things like recovery, once there is a goal that is extremely expected and must be achieved no matter what, the progress will become faster than before.

On the tenth day after returning to Wanghai to recuperate, Ming Chi, Mr. Shadow, and Uncle Lu made luminous signposts on the nearby reefs, and found the squirrel that Uncle Lu had mentioned before.

In the second week that followed, Ming Chi finally taught Mr. Shadow how to control the right amount of flour and water, kneading them into a dough that flows unnaturally and doesn't hurt when you hit someone.

Both the teachers involved were quite satisfied with the progress, and they peeled the pine nuts together at night.Because the current semi-finished product is far away from the bread, it was taken away by Uncle Lu passing by and handed over to the kitchen to make pine nut corn.

Half a month later, Ming Chi's incision was completely healed.The result of the re-examination was also quite smooth, the lesion was removed very cleanly, and I also met a little girl who was already alive and kicking.The family beamed with the results of the re-examination, and waved to Ming Chi from a distance.

The lucky fan's star-chasing plan was completed to page No.17, and the unscrupulous creditor finally received the first portrait outside the landscape painting, which was the terrace at night.

……

Art originates from reality but is higher than reality. The picture is very similar to that night, but some details can be seen differently.

Mr. Ying believes that the material of this recliner is too soft and the supporting force is insufficient. If you consider the scene, it is actually impossible to make a pose that is both elegant and comfortable like the picture.

In fact, Ming Chi thought that he was in a hurry to pick up the pen, and the rehabilitation of his right hand was not in place, and many details were inevitably handled vaguely.

But he is quite confident and firm in his visual memory: "He is so handsome."

Ming Weiting sat on the sofa with him, carefully appreciating the easel, and turned sideways when he heard the words: "You are so handsome?"

Ming Chi's wound has completely healed, Ming Wei Ting still habitually protects him with one hand, the two of them are leaning comfortably on the sofa, and their arms are still on the back of his neck.

In the past few days, he has been busy with the end of the accident. Mr. Ming changed from casual clothes to a shirt and a suit, his tie was taken off casually, and a button on the collar was undone.

Mr. Shadow has become more and more learned and used to relax. He turned his head to look at him, his eyes fell, and there was a curious smile hidden in his search.

This angle immediately became the new #[-] scene.

"Don't move." Ming Chi immediately pressed Mr. Shadow's shoulders with both hands, and looked carefully from top to bottom with his eyes.

He initially had the inspiration for the next painting, retracted his hand, took out the note pad that he carried with him, and quickly wrote and typed: "So handsome."

Ming Weiting was a little surprised, then laughed.

When Ming Chi was painting him, he was really serious and unmoved, but he still wanted to say: "How can someone draw a picture of the opposite person in the middle of a chat."

"It's a long story." Ming Chi buried his head in his pencil and daubed, "How can someone open their eyes and find that they owe 130 for four paintings."

After saying this sentence, Ming Chi stopped writing to calculate, and updated the number again: "130 pictures."

The debt form is pasted in the bedroom, and it has been marked with three checkmarks. There are two landscapes and one portrait—in fact, there are other paintings, but Ming Chi himself feels dissatisfied.

Of the two landscape paintings, one is the rocky beach at high tide under the moon that day, with sparkling waves reflecting the fireworks in the water, and the other is a dream that Ming Chi had.

He dreamed that he was on the beach and the sun jumped into the sea before his eyes and burned the world red.

……

"Mr. Shadow."

When handing over the painting to the unscrupulous creditor, Ming Chi was still thinking about one thing: "It seems that there are more than these in the dream."

Ming Weiting carefully laid the painting flat on the table and was doing basic cleaning.He took the time to learn the maintenance of oil painting, and the technique of applying varnish is much neater and more stable than kneading dough: "What else?"

Ming Chi couldn't tell either.He just walked over to Mr. Shadow and watched the gloss of turpentine cover the picture evenly.

"Be careful of choking." Ming Weiting held the brush and gently rubbed his hair with his free hand, "You will cough."

Ming Chi's hair grows fast, he doesn't have a scar physique, and the surgery was done with subcutaneous sutures, leaving almost no visible traces.

The current length is not enough to make hairstyles, but the hand feel is quite good, and once it is rubbed in the hands, it is difficult to be willing to take it off.

Ming Weiting patiently spread the varnish in a thin layer, and he asked Ming Chi to stand upwind, and then changed to a wide brush to dip in the varnish.

Ming Chi watched Mr. Shadow do these things earnestly, and remembered that fiery red hot dream—he thought that this scene probably really existed.

He is sitting on the beach by the sea, not only is he sitting on the beach by the sea.

Someone hugged him behind his back, held his hand, and slowly helped him write his new name.

That kind of force was extraordinarily prudent and solemn, like a quietly decisive judgment.In that sentence he was sentenced to life free.

Ming Chi is actually not afraid of the smell of turpentine.In the past, he used to maintain the paintings by himself and apply varnish himself. As long as it wasn't so thick that it suffocated his nose, he still felt that the smell was very good, so he was treated as a squirrel by his aunt for more reason.

Mr. Shadow's approach is more detailed than his.Ming Chi was mainly responsible for rubbing his head. He stood by the table, watching the brush dipped in turpentine caress across the painting, and watching the dream he had drawn.

In fact, there were much richer and broader scenes in the dream than in the pictures. He thought that this was probably because he specially traced it in his mind before the operation, and went back and forth to review and memorize the content.

Anyway, if he returned to before the operation now, knowing that everything that happened was about to be forgotten, he would definitely do this.

...Ming Chi thought about that dream for a long time that day.

It has been so long that Mr. Shadow has finished applying the varnish twice, and the sun and wind cooperated to dry the varnish.Together they sent the painting to a ventilated and dry room for storage, and went to wash their hands and study bread making together.

Mr. Shadow, who is learning how to make bread, made inferences, and brushed the dough with oil in the same way as brushing with varnish-and then, except for this step, the rest of the progress was not smooth.

But it didn't matter at all, neither of them seemed in too much of a hurry.

The smell of turpentine is not so easy to dissipate.That night they went back to the bedroom to sleep, obviously after taking a bath, there still seemed to be a rather faint pine fragrance lingering nearby.

The wind was quite gentle that night, and the temperature was just right. It was so comfortable that turning on the air conditioner seemed wasteful, so they didn't close the French windows on the terrace completely.

The wind lifted the curtain a little, and the moonlight slipped in. In the very faint rosin, Ming Chi had a series of dreams.

This time is different from these days, what he dreams of is not the things that he has forgotten in the past and has left vague impressions in his subconscious because of repeated reciting and tracing.

He dreamed that he and Mr. Shadow were sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, and Uncle Lu was sitting on the other side with his glasses reading the newspaper, and the firewood in the fireplace was crackling and rattling.

In the dream they all became older than they are now.Uncle Lu put down the newspaper, leaned on the sofa and looked at them with a smile. The smell of pine wood was soft and warm. They seemed to be peeling pine nuts while chatting. A squirrel jumped out of nowhere and ran away holding one.

He dreamed that Mr. Shadow's hand was between the sofa and him, and they relaxed and leaned back comfortably, thinking about nothing, lazily doing nothing.

Mr. Shadow turned his head to look at him, his eyes were warmed by the fire, and the shadow of shadow fell into his eyes.

Ming Chi finished typing the pencil sketch, and this time he also reserved a place for himself in the drawing, and used lines to frame the complete scene.

Ming Chi thought, he knew what to draw next time.

……

In the next short period of time, Mr. Ming also became a little busy.

In the regular development track of most things, the most busy ones are usually the beginning and the end-the beginning needs to come up with a suitable response, and it is necessary to confirm all follow-up regulations.There are usually not so many things to decide at the end, but there are many details and trivial details, so it also involves extra energy.

Ming Weiting expected to go out for three to five days, but in fact he had to deal with a lot of work at home.

In the past two weeks, a lot of documents have been sent over, Ming Lu also went out a few times, and brought back several boxes of letters handwritten or signed by Mr. Yao Ming.

Mr. Ming was trapped in the study like this.

"The captain doesn't need to do these things." Ming Lu lowered his voice, quietly giving reassurance to the new captain of the Ming family, "Only the master can do it."

The chief manager of the Ming family doesn't need to do these things, don't be too obvious in his attitude of watching the fire from the other side, and even pull the young master to sit on the side to peel the pine nuts.

After all, Ming Chi was kind and honest, he tried his best to suppress the corner of his mouth, grabbed a handful of peeled pine nuts and sent them over.I was also buckled at the table and rubbed Mr. Ming's hair for 30 seconds to relieve stress.

Ming Chi straightened his hair, went back to sit next to Uncle Lu, and asked in a low voice, "Does being a husband always make you so tired?"

Ming Lu was peeling a pine nut. Hearing this, he looked at him and suddenly smiled.

Ming Chi was a little curious and blinked his eyes.

"Mr. asked the same thing when he was young."

Ming Lu said: "At that time, Mr.'s father had just finished his work, and Mrs. was rubbing his forehead for Mr.'s father."

Ming Weiting stopped writing for a moment, raised his head and said, "Uncle Lu, I don't remember this kind of thing happening."

"At that time, my husband was only two and a half years old, and he still wrestled while walking." Manager Ming, who was over seventy years old, added calmly, "I can already swim very well."

……

Some people's eyes lit up as soon as they heard "two and a half years old", they immediately sat up straight, and because they were worried about the instability of their short-term memory, they took out pencils and sticky notes.

Ming Weiting was silent for a moment, got up and walked over, put his hands on Ming Chi's ears on both sides.

Ming Chi put down the pine nuts on his hand, and held Mr. Ming's hand.

He exchanged glances with Uncle Lu, remained serious, hid all his laughter, and raised his head to discuss with his husband: "Just listen to a short paragraph."

"You can choose content after the age of 12."

Ming Weiting bowed his head and discussed with him: "When I was two and a half years old, my performance should not be calm enough."

This time Ming Chi used all his strength to suppress the smile, coughed a few times, raised his head with the corners of his mouth pursed, and blatantly hesitated to speak.

Ming Weiting thought for a while, then sighed: "It's too bad."

"Some people can look at the shape of the mouth." Ming Weiting said, "We have to find a way to cover the eyes."

After all, Ming Weiting only had two hands, he thought about the plan, and simply walked around in front of Ming Chi, covered Ming Chi's ears with both hands, and put him directly into his arms to hide him.

Some people couldn't take it anymore, they laughed so much that they fell off their chairs, stood up, and sat down with Mr. Ming: "Mr. Shadow, even the coolest person in the world will fall when he walks on flat ground at the age of two and a half." .”

Ming Weiting was dragged to sit down by Ming Chi, with another cup of freshly brewed herbal tea in his hand, a smile appeared in his eyes.

Even if you have never been in contact with parenting knowledge, and have almost no contact with human individuals of this age, you can still roughly guess this matter.

He just liked the atmosphere, which he had never felt before.

He has been in charge of independent routes with the ship since he was a teenager, and sometimes he would watch the guests chatting, and the family chatted while enjoying the scenery on the deck, and he guessed that the most relaxed situation was not like it is now.

The sofa in the study was soft, Ming Weiting took the pillow and put it behind Ming Chi's waist: "Really?"

"Really." Manager Ming was well-informed, and nodded beside him, "When I was four and a half years old, I still lost my teeth, and my words leaked out."

……

Mr. Ming Jia put down the herbal tea, wanted to stand up from the sofa, and went back to the desk to sign.

Ming Lu also smiled more, and gestured to Ming Chi.The young master of the Ming family immediately understood, and stuffed his hand into Mr. Ming's hand that had just put down the herbal tea.

Ming Weiting held the pen almost non-stop for several days, and when Ming Chi pushed his hand in, he sat back involuntarily.

He put that hand together in his palm, raised his free hand and tapped Ming Chi's forehead, sighing softly: "How can I be led astray by Uncle Lu."

The force of that hand knocking down was quite gentle, Ming Chi was not nervous at all, his eyes were bent, and he lowered his head slightly to give him the knock.

"Sir, you should relax more." Ming Lu said, "When your father relaxes, he will drag your wife to set off fireworks."

For example, the youngest Mr. Ming in the Ming family, the current Mr. Ming was two and a half years old, after asking this question.

When Mrs. Ming was still alive, Mr. Ming's temperament was almost completely different from that of the later generations.

Ming Weiting's impression of his father is not that close, there was no conflict or harm happened with him, it was too warm and intimate family memory.

The relationship between him and the previous generation is like that of an ordinary father and son on the shore—the father’s body and mind are devoted to work, and the son’s temperament is also independent and stable. The family members care about each other, but this kind of concern is usually not expressed. .Coupled with the reason of the route, there are fewer gatherings and more separations, so the relatives are naturally alienated.

There is a lot of helplessness in this situation. The Ming family has a special status on the high seas. To be a "Mr.", one must be able to be completely independent, and warmth has to be ranked very low.

... besides.Ming Lu paused his head when he narrated, and stopped to think for a while.

Besides, Mr. Shangdai really likes his wife.

After Ming Weiting finished asking that day, Mr. Shangdai’s reaction was to ask his wife if being Mr. Ming’s wife is often so tiring.

Before the lady boarded the boat, she was the most disobedient one in the scholarly family.There are piles of writers and professors in the family, and the girls are all elegant and gentle. Occasionally, they take a cruise to relax and vacation, and it just so happens that the previous generation Mr. He personally follows the boat.

They were both in their early twenties at that time, and Ming Lu didn’t really know what happened at the beginning—in short, he was pulled by the previous Mr. Dai to help, and when the two of them sat all night and pulled their hair to come up with ideas, the route was actually It's the last day.

In fact, there were many twists and turns in what happened afterwards. Such a family would not interfere with the feelings of their children, but they would not be at ease with a strange person who was wandering at sea without a fixed place and whose identity was unknown... But it was okay, the final result Finally complete.

The previous generation left a note and decided to leave the choice entirely to the wife herself, and wait until eight o'clock at the port.Just after 57:[-], the wife rushed over panting with the suitcase, shouted Minglu and threw the suitcase over, and jumped onto the husband's boat with her skirt in hand.

In fact, the lady didn't know it all the time. That day, the husband planned to wait until eighteen o'clock, and then waited another eight hours.

……

So after Ming Weiting asked this question, Mr. Shangdai suddenly remembered that since his wife became Mr. Ming's wife with him, it seems that she hasn't gone out to play for a long time.

Ming Weiting heard this, and suddenly had a vague impression: "After that, father and mother disappeared for a month."

He couldn't even remember the time when he was two or three years old, but it was too rare for Mr. Ming's husband to disappear suddenly for a month without hearing from him at all.

Even if he and Uncle Lu stayed at the port for so long this time, there was a definite whereabouts.People on the high seas also knew that the Ming family was dealing with the sinking of the ship. If there was any urgent matter that needed him to come forward to solve it, he would try to ask someone to bring a letter.

But during that month, no one was able to find the husband and wife of the previous generation of the Ming family.

With Uncle Lu in charge, the Ming family's prestige in the high seas would not last for a month, and there was nothing wrong with it.It's just that this incident caused some people to panic, and it was often mentioned later.

"Sir arranged those chores, and took his wife to sneak away to play."

Ming Lu smiled, and I don't know if he added on purpose or not: "It's not about diving, raising conch shells, going fishing, watching the sunrise and sunset."

Mr. Ming held the young master's hand, sat on the sofa, held herbal tea and looked up.

Ming Lu coughed lightly, stopped joking when he clicked, and continued to bring back the topic.

The husband and wife of the previous generation threw the two-and-a-half-year-old Ming Weiting to Ming Lu for their belated honeymoon. It was very lonely to find no one to witness, so they sent videos and photos to Ming Lu at every turn.

Mr. accompanied Mrs. to a masquerade party and a rather childish water park that Mr. Ming was definitely not suitable for.Go exploring in the dense forest on the island, and dance with the local aborigines on the sparks splashed by the bonfire.

Mr. and Mrs. flew over the sea with a hang glider, and the water vapor from the sea rushed up, and they passed through the school of fish jumping out of the water together.

"There are also fireworks." Ming Lu said, "It's not the fireworks show prepared on the cruise ship, it's the lady who sets it off herself. The fireworks will be reflected in the water, and wherever they are reflected, they will chase the shadow of that place... Sir, you I was hugged and played with it when I was a child."

Ming Weiting sat on the sofa and didn't speak immediately.

He really had no memory of these things. When he remembered, his mother had passed away, and after that his father was serious and silent, always looking very tired, and would often watch him lost in thought without saying a word.

He originally had this kind of temperament, and actually never thought there was anything wrong with getting along like this... It's just that Uncle Lu rarely mentioned this, and after hearing this, he suddenly understood his father completely.

If he and Ming Chi are forced to separate forever - this assumption is of course not good, it will never happen, unless in 60 years, 70 years or more - but if it does happen, in the future For a long time, he will not have any more enthusiasm for life than his father.

"Okay." After Minglu finished speaking, he stood up with a smile, "Sir, it's time to go out."

Ming Weiting frowned: "So fast?"

"When chatting, time goes by quickly."

Ming Lu opened his pocket watch and looked at it: "There will be a press conference at three o'clock in the afternoon. After that, I will meet with several paper media. Next, there are several business deals with the cruise line company that need to be discussed."

The response and handling of the accident were perfect.All the injured were discharged from the hospital safely, and the captain of the negligent captain took the blame and resigned, and he will be held accountable in accordance with the law.The cruise company affiliated to the Ming family took the initiative to contact for compensation, and has compensated to a considerable extent for the losses of all passengers and crew members.

It's just that it was a shipwreck after all, and the impact caused cannot be erased so quickly. The cruise company still needs to show considerable sincerity to gradually dispel the remaining panic and anxiety in the hearts of the public.

These are all scheduled in advance.For the next few days, Ming Weiting will stay outside, Ming Lu also needs to go out, leaving Ming Chi to take care of the house.

Ming Chi sat on the sofa, met Mr. Shadow's gaze, and immediately raised his hand to prove himself: "I am two years old and 250 four months old."

Ming Weiting was dumb, knelt down and tapped his forehead: "Eat well."

Ming Chi also quickly slid down from the sofa, squatted facing each other, and held hands with Mr. Ming childishly: "Sleep well."

……

Ming Lu went out to tell the driver to park the car at the door and wait.

He said this, of course, not specifically to let the husband indulge in the past, and when he arranged for the car to pick him up, he walked lightly to the door.

This time, the husband and young master seem to be a little immature than the previous generation of husband and wife.

For example, when two people said goodbye, they actually squatted in front of the sofa, meeting each other and holding hands.

Ming Lu remained calm, gestured for people to go out and get ready, and approached the door.

"Masquerade, water park."

The master of the Ming family really learned everything, reminded Ming Chi to write it down in his pad, and asked in a low voice, "Do you like hang gliding?"

Ming Chi really thought about this question carefully.

If my aunt was here, I would definitely like it very much and can’t wait to play right away... But considering his experience of being dragged by his aunt to surf, bungee jumping, skydiving and zipline rappelling, he is actually a little scared .

At least for the time being.He thought that he might like extreme sports in the future and the adrenaline rush, but if he dared to do this in the past few months, Dean Xun might come and arrest him and return him to the hospital.

Ming Chi hesitated for a long time, lowered his voice, and discussed in a low voice: "Let's get over this first..."

Ming Weiting immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He is also not good at hang gliding. Although his father has trained him many times, he is not very stable every time he comes down from above, and he may fall flat.

After many years, this situation may not happen again now, but the psychological shadow left behind is still unavoidable to some extent.

"That's fine." Ming Weiting raised his hand, wrapped his neck around his head and rubbed it lightly, "Huomiao."

Ming Chi put down the pad and looked up.

"I'm going out to do errands, and I may not come back for a few days. If you're bored these days, you can take a look at the letters you wrote, all of which are in my computer."

When Ming Weiting said this, he paused for a while.

He recalled Uncle Lu's reminder, and made a distinction from the cruise ship's fireworks show: "When I come back, can I hold you to chase the fireworks?"